Thanksgiving is for the birds
Its done.
I finally told Vinni everything I knew and how I came to know it.
Originally she was mad at me, and rightfully so. What I did was normally inexcusable and broke every measure of trust any 2 people should share, but I guess I feel that that measure was destroyed long ago, and not by me.
Somehow I more pictured her being mad to cover her feeling bad about doing what she did to me, but she wasnt mad, or at least didnt show me that she was.
I've never been fucked over before this way, or lied to or hurt. I opened my heart to someone, something I dont do often, and she shits all over me.
I wanted it to work, even though I instantly fell out of love with her. I just didnt feel the same towards her and somewhere inside my instinct told me to hate her. I tried, but just couldnt.
My pretending to keep everything normal as always gave way to falling in love with her again, even though she had broken my heart.
None the less, we failed, and I left. It was fate and now I'm here.
I have nothing else beyond this right now.
Its now Thanksgiving and Im here alone.
My new roomates, Mike and Barbara have both gone to his Aunts house for dinner. I was invited, but declined. I've already had my Thanksgiving dinner and dont feel like topping the memory. Besides, I wont know anyone and I didnt come all the way out here to fel like an outsider.
So Im here watching The History Channels al day Marathon on Aliens and UFOs. Might take a walk up to Mcdonalds later on since its nice out, and grab a bite up there.
Chris called last night, responding to my email telling him I was back in town. he's doing good and I guess we're going to hook up on Friday out in his neck of the woods in DC. I see alchohol in our future...
More to come
I finally told Vinni everything I knew and how I came to know it.
Originally she was mad at me, and rightfully so. What I did was normally inexcusable and broke every measure of trust any 2 people should share, but I guess I feel that that measure was destroyed long ago, and not by me.
Somehow I more pictured her being mad to cover her feeling bad about doing what she did to me, but she wasnt mad, or at least didnt show me that she was.
I've never been fucked over before this way, or lied to or hurt. I opened my heart to someone, something I dont do often, and she shits all over me.
I wanted it to work, even though I instantly fell out of love with her. I just didnt feel the same towards her and somewhere inside my instinct told me to hate her. I tried, but just couldnt.
My pretending to keep everything normal as always gave way to falling in love with her again, even though she had broken my heart.
None the less, we failed, and I left. It was fate and now I'm here.
I have nothing else beyond this right now.
Its now Thanksgiving and Im here alone.
My new roomates, Mike and Barbara have both gone to his Aunts house for dinner. I was invited, but declined. I've already had my Thanksgiving dinner and dont feel like topping the memory. Besides, I wont know anyone and I didnt come all the way out here to fel like an outsider.
So Im here watching The History Channels al day Marathon on Aliens and UFOs. Might take a walk up to Mcdonalds later on since its nice out, and grab a bite up there.
Chris called last night, responding to my email telling him I was back in town. he's doing good and I guess we're going to hook up on Friday out in his neck of the woods in DC. I see alchohol in our future...
More to come